Chapter 71

LEON'S POVNobody answered or at least not immediately.Which was fine. Some questions needed a moment before anyone should try to answer them, and what do we do about a person who has two years of private letters and a burner phone collection and apparently nothing but time* was one of those questions.I wrapped both hands around my coffee cup and thought.Aaron was doing the same—I could see it, the inward focus, the way he went quiet when he was actually working through something rather than performing composure. Marlowe was watching both of us with the patience of someone who'd learned to wait."What's in the letters that he'd actually use," I said finally. "Specifically. Not everything—just the thing he'd lead with."Marlowe looked at the table for a moment. "There's a section—" he stopped, recalibrated. "About six months in. I was in a bad place. Not—" he glanced at me briefly, then Aaron, "—not dangerous. Just low. The kind of low that's hard to write about without it sounding

Chapter 72

LEON'S POVI didn't move.Not back, not forward, just stood in my doorway in yesterday's clothes at seven thirty in the morning and looked at Reid Calloway on my porch and breathed.The manila envelope was under his left arm, casual, like he'd just picked up mail on his way over. His expression was exactly the same as the library—patient, warm enough to read as friendly if you didn't know what you were looking at.My phone was upstairs.Aaron was across town.It was just me and a door I'd already opened and a person I hadn't invited here."How do you know where I live," I said. My voice came out even, which surprised me slightly."You'd be amazed what's publicly available," Reid said. "Voter registration. Utility records. Nothing nefarious." He said *nefarious* like it was a word he found slightly amusing. "Can I come in?""No."He nodded, unsurprised. "Okay. We can do this out here." He shifted the envelope from under his arm, held it at his side but didn't open it. "I want you to un

Chapter 73

LEON'S POVThe library was my favourite sanctuary.As usual, it was speckled with dust motes and muffled silence. It was the only place where I could truly breathe.I sat in my usual secluded corner at the back, the screen of my laptop casting a pale, bluish glow against my face as my fingers rapidly danced over the keyboard.I was deep in the vibe of the story, in the way the words flowed, the descriptions of skin and desire…things that I’d never actually dared to speak aloud.“I knew I'd find you here.”The voice came out of nowhere just as a shadow stretched across my keyboard.I slammed the lid of my laptop shut so fast my heart skipped a beat, my blood turning to ice. I looked up, prepared to stammer out some excuse about homework or notes, only to find Damian standing there.He wasn't wearing his usual unreadable expression, and he wasn't surrounded by his group of tittering minions. He also looked different in the soft, amber light of the library, more human, almost approachabl

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